The Rot Of Flowers Poem by Miss Fairytale

I am so bored of flowers,
I dream in wounds
Root-deep,

And I am bored of trees
Stretching to heaven
They'll never reach,

I want to see the rot within
The scrambling insects
gnawing on the insides,

I want to taste the pollution
The city's poison
To distill, bottle and sell
as humanity for consumption

I want to scrape off the makeup
Turn the flesh inside out
And lick the rot,
Flowers will then be beautiful.



28th July 2007